Sunday, August 5


Profit by Joe Ricke

When the whore, his wife
Staggered back to their run-down dump of a home
And cursed him quick before collapsing
Spread-eagled on their tainted bed,
When he kissed her drunken, fevered lips
The taste of her many lovers mixed
With cheap liquor and the flesh of pork,
Hosea believed in Yahweh

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